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Our own Prison by MoonBuzzLeto
Chapter 2 : To get me through this night
 
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He saw her there, lying sweetly on his bed. Her blonde hair falling like a fan around her delicate shoulders. He had all he needed, he should just leave now but knew he couldn’t he had to do his job or it was all over for him. So he did all he could. He jabbed her in the side with his wand. She opened her eyes and grinned “More?” she asked and he had to look away for a second.

The enemy arrives
Escape into the night
everybody run now
everybody run now


 

 

 “Up” he grunted and she rose, searching for her robes “what is it”? She reached her hand out and he jumped back the look of understanding dawned on her pretty face “Your taking me to him aren’t you?”

“Stop talking and get dressed!” he snapped and watched her hands shake as she did what he said “you’re better than this” she said almost an afterthought. But he wasn’t.

 


Break into another time
this enemy alive
Divinity defines
everybody run now








Draco awoke in a sweat. It took him a moment to remember where he was. That is, he didn’t know where he was or why he was there but he was trapped in a strange room with a strange girl who looked at him like she was looking for his soul, too bad it didn’t exist.  He was still sitting on the purple chair. He looked around for the Selwyn girl and saw her sleeping soundly on the divan.  He reached inside his pocket until he found what he was looking for. He Darted into the bathroom and took the little vial with the purple liquid swirling wildly inside. He reached in his other pocket, pulled out the syringe and sunk to his knees on the cold tile floor.  He rolled up his right sleeve and frowned out all the jagged scars and needle marks in his ivory skin. He knew he was weak.

Everybody run
under the burning sun
I take a look around
Imagine if this all came down
I'm waiting for the day to come


 But He needed something to get him through this night. He stuck the syringe into the bottle and frowned. He was running low. He needed to get out of here soon or he probably wouldn’t make it. Draco had been addicted to Ambrosia since he was sixteen. Since his first assignment as a Death Eater the one he failed and still had to witness his last hope of escape fall from that tower.  Using his belt as a tourniquet and feeling the needle prick his skin like a snakebite he felt the familiar lurch of revulsion and self loathing. Soon he would be above it.  He saw his blood pour into the needle and slowly he breathed deep as he pushed the drug through his veins. Slowly he felt it all slink away. The voices and faces, the terror and regret Gone. He felt the pleasant sensation of flying and it reminded him of younger days.  Days when fathers were still heroes and laughter was part of daily life.

Take a minute to tell you now
Don't have to raise my tone
Take the level and bring it down
I just want you to know
I got no trouble with what you said
I don't even think you're wrong
It's how you say it
You lose your head
Girl I'm standing right in front of you



Standing up and leaving the bathroom he stumbled slightly and cursed himself. He looked over at the Selwyn girl what was your name again?  And gazed at her for a second. She was sleeping on her back with a book hugged to her chest and her glasses askance on her face. He took the book and her glasses and put them on the table.  Then he covered her with the golden blanket, shocked at this gesture of softness wondering where it came from. In this light she was very pretty. Her long dark lashes lay on soft cheeks like spider webs and she grimaced. He wondered why she looked so sad. His head was spinning faster now and he knew soon he would slip away into oblivion so he lay facedown on the bed, closed his eyes and surrendered.

Throwing out the blame when you know it ain't my fault
Messing with my brain when you want to see me fall
There may come a time when I don't bother you at all
It isn't my call, it isn't my call

Hey, why you keep screaming at the top of your head?


 

“Frigid little Girl. Like you could ever have pleased me anyway” He said looking at her coldly. She knew Royce Howard and knew he spoke only from pain but it hurt no less.

Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness



“My Job Royce! My Job! No one has worked on this project harder and longer than me! Don’t do this” He sneered at her “It’s already done Cel. We’ll pay you for what you’ve done but you’ve been replaced” With a jolt she awoke. She looked around wildly and realized she couldn’t see.  “My glasses! She cried out.  She searched blindly for a moment before she saw them on the table with the book she was reading when she fell asleep the life and lies of Albus Dumbledore what hogwash.” How in the blue devil did they get there?” she pondered and then looked over at the bed and smiled as she saw Draco Malfoy sprawled across it, really sleeping this time.

 

Who will be there for you
Comfort and care for you
learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion




 

Something she had read recently came back to her. Something from the secret letters of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape.   His soul is not yet so tainted.  It had been written about the man that was in front of her now. She looked him over. He looked broken, and still beautiful, like a concrete angel weathered with time.  You mustn’t think like that Cel. He was a Death Eater… The Infamous Seducer.  not that he would ever look twice at you anyway. And besides. You’re just better alone. Men equal heartbreak.

Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You’ve always known your heart was on its own

So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to Be lonely
Learn how to love life that is lived alone


 

 

She had to go to the bathroom. As she did she noticed a little bottle on the floor. She picked it up and watched the liquid swirl wickedly. She knew at once what it was. Ambrosia she dropped it in horror recalling her sister who died of an overdose. Evil vile stuff that gave you a sense of security until you couldn’t do without it.  She lifted the vial and threw it into the fire. Storming through the room she walked over to Draco Malfoy and studied the marks on his arms. She’d say he was as addicted as they come. She shook her head. Was this what their imprisonment was all about? A drug deal gone badly?” she hit his arm to wake him and even she couldn’t miss the terror on his face. “Don’t!” he wailed and she grabbed his hands to stop the flailing. “Yes Miss Selwyn?” he breathed in relief. Come to ask more impertinent questions?”

             “Only one. How long have you been using Ambrosia?”

“What?” His mouth hung slack.

“I believe you heard me fine. How long and why?”

His hands searched his person frantically finding his small stash gone.

            “It’s gone Master Malfoy. I did you a favor and destroyed it.”

“What?!” he picked her up in his strong arms and threw her roughly to the ground. She fell on her face and her glasses broke. He saw her nose start to bleed and tried his best to feel pity but he was too terrified of being without it

“You stupid wretched girl, what have you done!” he raised his wand menacingly

            “Possibly saved your sorry life” she bit back raising her wand to repair her glasses and siphon the blood off the floor. “No need to thank me”. He sunk back into the bed and allowed the tears to come before he could be ashamed. “I can’t...” he moaned and she rose up and sat beside him “Yes you can” he was sobbing now “the voices... Oh god the voices.” She stroked his back and the touch felt weirdly soothing. He quieted a little and looked into her eyes. “You don’t understand”

            “No. But I will if you tell me”

            “Why so you can write a book about me?” he looked at her with disgust and she withdrew.

            “Fuck you”

            “Sorry, what?” he sounded a little more like his old self now.

            “Fuck you you evil little drug addicted Death eater sex fiend puppet!” she shrieked and he grabbed her throat.

“You don’t know me! You can’t know all I’ve see, All I’ve done so don’t you dare judge me!” he tossed her to the ground again this time softer and he saw her cry for the first time. Strangely he wanted to reach for her, but knew she’d pull away so he just buried his face in the pillows and listened to the sound of her storming into the bathroom and slamming the door.

She hit the nail on the head pretty much he thought despairingly and he tried to ignore the shaking but he couldn’t. He reached into his pocket and very quickly, looking around to see if she had gone he pulled out his ivory handled pocket knife and raked it quickly across his wrist. As he saw the blood appear the shaking stopped and he covered his hand carefully and closed his eyes again.





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